Chapter 170 If you're going to support me, will you still let me sleep in the bedroom?
Deng Qiu took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and forced herself to calm down a little.
But the warm touch of the blankets constantly reminded her that she shouldn't be too soft-hearted towards men.
What's the difference between him and a lapdog wagging its tail now?
If I give him even the slightest bit of kindness, he'll wag his tail and come running up to me.
"young married woman?"
"Wife, wife, wife? Can you please talk to me?"
"Qiuqiu~ Good Qiuqiu~ You're the best wife~"
Jiang Anchao shamelessly leaned closer, completely forgetting all about saving face and feeling ashamed. He wished he could hold her tightly and never let go, and ideally, stay snuggled in bed with her forever.
Deng Qiu frowned repeatedly, and finally, unable to bear it any longer, raised his hand.
*Smack!*
She slapped Jiang Anchao across the face, the sound loud enough to make a loud noise, even though she didn't use much force.
"Get out of here! You barged into my house and acted like a hooligan! You said you'd sleep in the living room, why did you crawl back here in the middle of the night?!"
Deng Qiu usually appears to be the gentlest person, but in reality, she has a temper.
She was truly determined; it was something she would resolutely defend, and no one could change her mind.
She glared at Jiang Anchao fiercely, kicked him out of bed without hesitation, and then sat up wrapped in the blanket herself.
"I don't know who it was yesterday who said that if I wanted to let go, I could take all the property with me after the divorce, and that I wouldn't feel comfortable leaving the child alone. They were so loving and righteous back then, but after drinking a couple of cups of cat urine, they started to change their minds?"
"Jiang Anchao, stop joking around with me like that. Let me tell you, either you move to the living room and sleep by yourself, or I'll beat you black and blue, and then you can squeeze in with Gan Su and the others!"
Deng Qiu became angrier the more he thought about his drunken outburst the previous evening.
He actually cried and made a scene in front of the former political commissar, and even accused him of not letting him eat leftovers.
I made meat dumplings yesterday, but I was too angry to eat them myself. Seeing that Zhenwei didn't have enough, I thought I'd give them to him.
Such a small matter could make him get drunk and keep talking about it. Could Jiang Anchao be any more petty?
It's probably smaller than a pinhead, right?
Jiang Anchao covered his face in grievance, and couldn't help but touch the spot where he had been slapped. He then secretly smelled it, as if he wanted to savor the lingering fragrance of his wife's slap.
"I drank too much and couldn't control myself."
"So you couldn't control yourself either? Why were you pressing yourself against me like that? Didn't you freeze to death?"
Jiang Anchao couldn't help but blush when the incident was brought up, but he had nothing to be ashamed of in front of his wife.
"I'm young and strong, so I'm pretty normal... I'm not some pot-bellied middle-aged man whose body has been ruined by alcohol and women. You're the only one I've ever been with, so I don't have much experience. How would I know why this is happening?"
He said those words almost with a forced smile, and immediately lowered his head afterward, not daring to look at her again.
However, after saying this, Jiang Anchao was promptly met with a flurry of punches and kicks.
He was beaten so badly that he was paralyzed on the bed and completely silent.
He stared blankly at the roof, muttering to himself, "This is outrageous... ... Even telling the truth gets you beaten. A man treating his wife like this, doesn't that mean he really likes her? This is outrageous, so domineering... ... Oh my god."
Looking at his fierce appearance, Deng Qiu completely lost her temper.
She snorted coldly, "You never learn from your mistakes, so you deserve to be beaten. Now get out of here and let me have some peace and quiet. We're still having a cold war, so don't try to argue with me!"
"No!" Jiang Anchao immediately rushed over, wrapped his arms around Deng Qiu's legs, and said in a spoiled tone, "Go ahead and kill me if you dare. Even if you kill me, I'll die in your bed and become a ghost so I can stay by your side every day."
"Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately. Now that a bomb has exploded next to you, what use is there for me to keep you around? I have to take the children and fly away separately!"
Deng Qiu deliberately provoked him, "Are you just kidding me by saying all the property belongs to me? Are you just making empty promises?"
"No way! Every word I said was from the bottom of my heart!"
Jiang Anchao practically swore to the heavens, "If I really harbored even the slightest selfish motive, may I be struck by lightning!"
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Shut up!"
Deng Qiu panicked and rushed forward to cover his mouth.
Although she wasn't superstitious, she didn't like him making such serious vows. What if the good ones didn't come true, but the bad ones did? What if they actually came true?
Jiang Anchao saw her lean closer and took the initiative to pull her into bed with him.
His clear, dark eyes were filled with sincerity. "Deng Qiu, if something really happens to me one day and we have to go down the road of divorce, I really don't want anything. I'll leave it all to you. Believe me, I'm not lying to you."
Deng Qiu raised her fist and punched him again, furious. "You're incredibly stupid!"
The slightly romantic atmosphere that was just now was completely shattered in an instant.
Deng Qiu berated him relentlessly, "Do you think military marriages are so easy to end?"
"You've finally managed to have a harmonious family with your three children. Do you really want them to become a single-parent family again and suffer from others' contempt?"
"fraud!"
Hearing her accusatory tone, Jiang Anchao froze, and slowly looked at her.
But then they noticed that Deng Qiu's eyes were red.
"Wife..."
Deng Qiu sniffed and said bluntly, "Before you get caught, go and resign. I'll support you if you resign!"
Anyway, she has a formal job at the school now. Although she hasn't been promoted to associate professor yet, that's because the school hasn't had time to reorganize the overall faculty structure recently.
The freeze on professional titles is only temporary. The household contract responsibility system in Xiaogang Village has achieved initial success, and the spring breeze of reform and opening up will continue to be promoted.
She believes her future career will be promising.
She used to be a downtrodden educated youth sent to the countryside, with no good job and no urban household registration. At that time, Jiang Anchao was willing to lend a helping hand, and now they are husband and wife.
Once you've tied the knot, you should work together to build a good home.
The bottleneck Jiang Anchao encountered was not caused by him, so she should also take on the responsibility of supporting the family at this time.
Deng Qiuyi grasped his large, warm hand, her voice gentle yet strong, "Old Jiang, I don't ask for great wealth or status to live with you. Now that I'm earning money, I'm doing quite well selling vegetables in my spare time. You can quit your job, and I'll apply for a place in the school's staff housing. If you want to work in the future, we can sell vegetables together and do business, supplying restaurants or government canteens. If you don't want to work, you can stay home, do laundry, cook, and be a stay-at-home dad. I can support three children, so I won't miss your chopsticks."
Her words touched Jiang Anchao, a man of steel.
He'd be laughing in his sleep if he could marry a wife like that.
Jiang An's Adam's apple bobbed, and after a long pause, his voice became hoarse, "Um... if you're going to support me, will you still let me sleep in the bedroom?"
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